Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.